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World War II newsletter
RECTOR'S NEWS LETTER
February 26th 1941

My dear Lads,
This has been the first N. L. that I have found very difficult to "write up". As I have said elsewhere I have only had two letters this week and without the "extracts from Letters" it is almost impossible to find enough interesting items to fill the three pages. Well! lets say no more about it and hope for the best in the days to come.

Now just one word about what you are doing to keep Lent in some small way, although I know that you are all kept well occupied. But after all it is only the fool who neglects any part of himself and few of you I suppose would deny that your soul is that. Whether you acknowledge it or not your soul is always there and as the body can only be strengthened and refreshed with material food and exercise so it is equally true that your soul needs to be strengthened and refreshed with spiritual food and exercise. And both are supplied by God. Holy Communion for feeding the soul, Prayer for exercising it. Think this over and make yourself the finest specimen of God's creation - a perfect man - a perfect body containing a perfect soul; something really complete.
Well that is the end of my little talk this week. With my love and my blessing, and as you know, my constant prayers.
Ever your affectionate brother, L. N. FORSE.

Extracts from Letters.
Here, for the first time in these letters comes a little grumble from the Rector. This week he has only received two letters from the lads away. Now, every one of you now reading this likes to know that the others are doing. You can only do this when you and all the others send a line quite regularly to the Rector so that he can pass on a little bit for all to read. You must remember that the Rector takes the trouble to write this letter to you every week, that well over one hundred are sent to lads all over the world every week, and that every letter costs him 2d to send: Naturally he wants to feel that the contents are worth the postage. Everyone in Tarleton knows the trouble he takes to find out any little bit of local news that will be interesting to the lads away. He searches Rufford, Hoole, Hesketh Bank and Bretherton and jots down all he can find of interest. Well, as you will see this week he has only received two letters and you will find the extracts below. But please do not think that the Rector wants very long letters, although of course, he likes to get these. Nor does he worry in the least about the writing or the spelling. Just a few lines will be sufficient so that he can pass on something to your old village companions.
Marine William Wright says that where he is they still get their nightly call from the Hun, and adds "but we can take it" and goes on to say "our ack-acks keep him up so that he cannot aim proper." Wishes to be remembered to all the boys and says that he is keeping in the best of health. AC2 William Molyneux sends thanks for the N. L. and the Magazine and says that he has not very much interesting news to send in return. Adds that he thoroughly enjoyed the Church Service on Sunday although he does not say whether it was in Camp or in the village Church. Mrs. Barnish of Hoole sends a short letter to the Rector to say that she has received a letter from her son Ted letting her know that he has had a good voyage, and that on the ship they had a daily paper, printed on board, which gave the News as they went along. He could not, of course, reveal where he was sailing to. Also Mrs. Hind has received a letter from her son Eric, also written on board ship saying that he went to a Concert and one of the Announcements was "Now John Tindsley will give a song". Yes! it was our John, son of Tom Tindsley of Church Road. Where they are going to or whether they met on board ship or at some port is not stated in this letter.

On Leave.
As you will see this has been quite a good week for leave; Gdsn Kenneth Hind for 7 days embarkation leave; Harry Cookson for 7 days; Abram Wright for 7 days; Joe Wait for 7 days; Harry Rigby for week-end; Jimmy Latham for 7 days; John Wright for three days extension to his convalescent leave owing to his little boy being ill; Billy Benjamin for week-end; Jimmy Parkinson for week-end; Edwin Crabtree for week-end; Harry Forrest (married Mollie Burns) for week-end. Gdsn. Ted Baybutt (Hesketh Bank) for 7 days; Gdsn Aubrey Smith for fourteen days convalescent leave; Gdsn Tom Watkinson (used to live in Kearsley Ave. now lives at Longton, (old boy of Tarleton School) for 7 days; Gdsn Hugh Adams for 7 days; Harry Buck (Hesketh Bank) for 7 days; Corpl. Jack Bourn (Rufford) for 7 days.

Local Talk.
Mr. Dickinson's (Plox Brow) nephew, son of his brother at Kirkham, has been killed in action in Libya. He often used to come to see his cousins in Tarleton. John Craig (Stride) of Kearsley Avenue, died on Tuesday: Is to be buried on Friday. A little girl, the only child of an evacuee from London, lodging with Philip Rigby in Fermer Road, died in Southport Infirmary on Tuesday and is be buried at Tarleton on Friday: Her father is a soldier serving in the R.A.O.C. A private car ran into a milk waggon on Bank Bridge on Sunday and several cans of milk were thrown into the road. David Hanson and John Hunter have both returned to Tarleton and are waiting their final call up to the R.A.F. The Home Guard have a route march almost every Sunday morning, and are now practising bayonet fighting. This week the members of the British Legion Club played two Billiards tournament matches with the Bank Hall contingent and lost on both occasions. -Our team consisted of Jack Coulton, J. Whittle, P.C.Simson, Nick Taylor, Tom Mayor, J.A. Barron, Tom Iddon. The usual Shrove Tuesday Dance was held in the Schools this year. Quite a good attendance and the fact that so many lads were on leave made it all the more interesting. The local schools have had three days holiday this week. Fire-watchers have been appointed for most of the roads in the village, although there is some difficulty in finding anyone who is not in one or other of the local national services. Local-national makes what is called an oxymoron, but it is the best we can do.

Gas!
Here is a nice little piece of doggerel which I have come across in order to enable everyone to remember the names, the smell and the effect of most of the gases that might be used. Not being an expert I cannot guarantee that all the statements are correct, so ask your Company or Battalion gas officer and see what he thinks of it. Here it is:-

If you get a choking feeling and a smell of musty hay,
You can bet your bottom dollar that there's PHOSGENE on the way.
But the smell of bleaching powder will inevitably mean
That the enemy you are meeting is the gas we call CHLORINE .
When your eyes begin a twitching and for tears you cannot see
It's not mother peeling onions but a dose of C. A. P.
If the smell resembles pear drops, then you'd better not delay
It's not father sucking toffee, but that bally K. S. K.
If you catch a pungent odour as you're home for tea,
You can safely put your shirt on that they're using B. B. C.
And remember while geraniums look pleasant in a bed,
Beware their smell in war-time; if it's LEWISITE you're dead.
Lastly, Garlic, Onions, Horseradish, may decide to call
Take care, look out. It's MUSTARD, the deadliest of them all.

Orderly Sergt, banging on door of hutment: "Put that light out". Voice from inside: "It isn't a light Sergeant, its the moon" . Orderly Sergt, "I don't care what it is, put it out."

Odds and Ends.
Harley McKean passed through the village with his wagon on Thursday and was able to call home for just a short time. Mrs. Knight is again giving us the use of the Cinema for a "show" on behalf of the Mothers' Union knitting fund. Jack Mee's brother, who is in the A.A was home for 24 hrs. this week. There is a proposal on foot to have the British Legion Club room open all day for the use of soldiers billeted in the district.

 
 

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